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"(Y/N) (L/N), correct?"
"Yes, sir," you nodded.
"You know what you're going into once you step inside, right?"
"Yes, sir,"
"So, let's see... You've signed all the papers... where's the waiver- ah! There it is... Hmm... Vitals are good. Mental health is pretty good. Okay. You're good! Just need to remind you of some stuff because of legal issues, blah blah blah..."
You chuckled at that. Whether nervously or enthusiastically, you weren't quite sure.
"Okay. So... (Y/N) (L/N), you will be confined in this compound for ten months as a part of an experiment conducted by the Ebott City University's psychology branch. You are to be void of all contacts from outside the compartment which includes the Internet, news, texts, and the like. Food, drinks and other miscellaneous items are and will be provided for you for the entirety of the experiment. If ever there is an emergency, feel free to press the blue button located outside your room. As agreed upon, you will be withheld from any information regarding the experiment until it ends. We thank you for your participation and we wish nothing but the best of luck.
"You got all that, right?" the doctor made sure, pulling down his glasses.
"Yep,"
"Alright. Hold on for a moment,"
He then pulled out a walkie-talkie from the pocket of his lab coat and pressed a button you can't quite catch. The speaker buzzed with static before you could hear someone's breathing and a conversation coming to an end. The doctor pulled his walkie-talkie near his lips as he breathed in before sending a message.
"Dr. Jones, do you copy?" he asked.
"Copy that, Dr. Jackson," a female voice replied.
"Is your experimentee ready? I'm about to let in mine,"
As the speaker buzzed again after his remark, you twisted your face in disgust. You hated that term be used on you.
"Just have to clarify some of the specifications, Doctor. He'll be ready in a minute,"
He? So your bunkmate's a guy, huh? What exactly are these scientists trying to pull?
"Alright. Talk to you later, Melissa,"
"Hee hee. Not at work, hon. Melissa, over and out,"
With that, Dr. Jackson smirked and let his arm dangle to his side with the phone at hand. Observing his expression, your raised an eyebrow and mustered up some confidence to ask a very personal question.
"'Hon'?" you tilted your head.
"She's my girlfriend. Gonna propose to her later tonight," a smile smearing on his pale face.
"Oooohhh... Well, good luck. And congrats if she says 'yes',"
"Thank you, dear one. I just hope she'll take me as I am,"
You smiled at him hopefully and he smiled back, obviously beginning to become anxious once the topic was brought up. While you thought settling with a family would be nice, you just can't imagine yourself with a guy who will take you as you are. This Dr. Jones is lucky. She better say yes to him. Not every guy in the world will want a woman for who she is.
"Alright, sugarpie. Subject one is good to go," a voice from the receiver cooed.
"Okay. 'M letting Subject two in, as well. Also, what have I told you about the nicknames? We're trying to be professional here," he scolded teasingly.
"Oh, shush now. Just let your experimentee in and we'll squabble over this at dinner tonight,"
"You got it,"
Dr. Jackson then opened the door to the complex and invited you in. It took you a few moments to take it all in. This will be your home for almost a year. No one to talk to but... him. Whoever he is. Nothing much to do and nothing much to worry about. This was uncharted territory and you still have no clue to who your roommate was. Anything is possible within those walls.
"Hey. It's okay. We promised that we have no intentions to hurt you and cleared up your roommate. He should be fine," Dr. Jackson grinned encouragingly.
Taking a deep breath, you nodded. "Yeah. I know. It's just... you're going to be the last person I'll see. These are my last moments outside this door until ten months end. I'm just... trying to process all that,"
"Hmm. Just have courage, dear one. You are part of something everyone is rooting on. You can do this," he patted your shoulder. "Now get your butt in there and skedaddle! This is adventure!"
Despite rather a pushy nudge exerted on you, you flashed the doctor one more grin before he silently shut the door, grinning at you back. The locks creaked and beeped and you waited a few more moments before you could hear the doors outside the door being sealed. Welp... No turning back now...
You made your way into the apartment which was... really nice, actually. Quite homey... cozy. It was... almost too perfect. There was a loveseat in front of the fireplace and a coffee table with purple flowers in a vase on it. The mantelpiece was lined with books that would entertain you for the year, a television (without signal, of course) hanging on the wall above it. Yup. It was for video games and movies. A dining table for two was placed a few feet across the living room, also decorated with a vase full of flowers on it. At the edge of the room was glass looking upon the bustling city in front of you. You lightly tapped on it. It was solid. Feels unbreakable.
There were a few decors here and there, the lighting warm and inviting, you almost forgot that you were part of an experiment. It was... nice. Yeah. You could survive... hopefully. Even with the unsettling anxiety in you that reminded you that you'd be trapped in her for quite a while, you still felt a certain peace. Some calmness.
In your wondering and wandering, you came to a halt when you heard footsteps trudging towards you. Gripping the strap of your backpack, you gulped, anticipating your bunkmate for over a year. What's he going to look like? Was he loud? Obnoxious? Rude? ... Hot? Hey. Anything's possible.
Something began to move in the darkness. That must be him. Wait. Were those two tiny lights you caught? Who is this guy?
Once he stepped into the light, it was then you knew. A sort of chubby skeletal monster in a blue hoodie looked at you, his expression unreadable as he paused for a while. Then a smirk curled up his... lips(?) as he extended his free hand between both of you, his other hand anxiously toying with the sling of his bag.
"Heya. Nice to meet ya, roommate. I'm Sans. Sans the Skeleton,"